Namjin Smut

open to persuasion

Written by: Emergency

Summary:

"It's not like you stopped? Why did you even keep going?" Namjoon tries to argue with him, his body still shaking from laughing.

"Well," Seokjin mumbles. "Your still very hard dick kept poking my eye, so I rather thought: let's do something about it. And you very much enjoyed it, so stop complaining."

- Seokjin just wants to convince his husband to finally renovate their office at home. Little does he know he will end up beneath Namjoon's desk, Namjoon naked from the waist down while his star student wants to go over his research paper right in that moment.

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Seokjin eyes the white plastic bag of takeout on the passenger seat of his car and sighs. He glances out of the window for a second, looks at the rows of windows on the huge building he parked in front of. He counts to twelve, quickly locating Namjoon's office, of course seeing the window lit up brightly, whereas all the other's on the same floor are already dark.

With a sigh he grabs the bag, takes the keys out of the ignition and steps out of his car. He shuts the door close with his hip and struts over to the entrance of the building.

A few students pass him on his way inside, they all have probably called it a day for now, just trying to flee from campus. A girl smiles politely at him and holds the door open for him. Seokjin pretends he doesn't hear her sighing dreamily as he throws her a blinding smile in return.

The elevator comes quickly and Jin once again just looks friendly at everyone that exits before he steps inside and presses the button for the twelfth floor.

The thing is, he's aware that he is secretly famous across campus. All of that without even working here. And he very much likes the attention and also the attention Namjoon gets from it. His husbands' classes are always filled with curious spectators that later realize Namjoon might look like a dream on two legs, but he is very much taken, happily married even. And passing his classes requires a lot more than just ogling at him.

The cart of the elevator begins to smell like the delicious Thai food that Seokjin carries with him and his mouth salivates at the thought of just diving straight into it in a few minutes. This time he wants to make sure Namjoon just calls it a day as soon as Seokjin sets foot into his office and they can finally have dinner together for once.

It will be a miracle at this point, if it actually happens. Namjoon tends to stay longer a lot of times, which is why Seokjin decided today to just pick him up after finishing work himself, maybe being able to persuade his husband to put down his paperwork until the next day.

Seokjin isn't necessarily annoyed or unsatisfied with the way Namjoon is so dedicated to his job, but sometimes he just needs the reminder that this uni is very much capable of functioning without one (very ambitious, smart and outstanding) specific professor doing a ton of extra hours.

With a ping, the elevator finally arrives and it doesn't surprise Seokjin at all that the floor is already dark. He steps out onto the carpeted floor, the clack of his heeled boots dulled. He uses the light at the end of the hall that's coming from Namjoon's office to guide his way across the hallway.

Soon enough he knocks on the door and presses down on the doorhandle before even waiting for an answer.

"Your dinner is here!" Seokjin singsongs, his heart doing a little flip at the sight of his hot-as-fuck professor husband. He might be wearing only a simple pair of jeans with a white dress shirt that's opened a bit to reveal his chest, but it's still a sight to Seokjin.